They gave themselves up wholly to their sorrow, seeking increase of wretchedness in every reflection that could afford it, and resolved against ever admitting consolation in future.

Reflection must be reserved for solitary hours; whenever she was alone, she gave way to it as the greatest relief; and not a day went by without a solitary walk, in which she might indulge in all the delight of unpleasant recollections.

In books too, as well as in music, she courted the misery which a contrast between the past and present was certain of giving.

When I look out on such a night as this, I feel as if there could be neither wickedness nor sorrow in the world; and there certainly would be less of both if the sublimity of Nature were more attended to, and people were carried more out of themselves by contemplating such a scene.

If that's being done in such a way as to create an inaccurate reflection of what the full article said, then it does raise ethical issues,

I used to believe that the sorrow of any parent losing a child is the greatest sorrow anyone can know. But it got worse.